riki’s

By the time you returned home at 1 a.m. with your coat still chilly from the cold, and your arms loaded with dessert your mother had insisted you take home, you expected nothing unusual when you entered your apartment.

Upon unlocking the door to your apartment, you were greeted by an eerily quiet space that contributed to your sluggish state after a long car ride. The remnants of Christmas lights were dimmed down to a soft golden hue and you wondered for a moment if it was possible that he had fallen asleep waiting on you.

Then you saw him.

Ni-ki sat on the edge of the couch, nude from the waist up, the warm glow of the fairy lights illuminating his skin. Around his torso was a pink satin ribbon that had been loosely tied—not too tightly or restrictively but in an intentional manner. The overhanging end of the ribbon led over his shoulder with the bow resting just above his low belly, as though he had planned for you to find it that way.

He looked up slowly when you froze by the door.

"About time you came home," his voice was low and teasing as his gaze swept across your features with delight at your apparent surprise. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming back tonight." You blinked. "What is this...?" He leaned back on his hands, muscles shifting lazily, completely aware of what he was doing to you. "My Christmas present," he said simply. "You've been staring at me all year. Thought I'd make it easier." Your bag dropped at your feet.

He watched with a slow, self-assured smile as you moved your eyes along his body, moving along the ribbon that had been placed across his body, and as you realized he had purposely done it for you, your breath caught in your throat. "Don't just stand there," he said softly. "You're the one that came home." You moved slowly, like you were afraid the moment might disappear if you rushed it. You knelt in front of him, hands hovering over his arms momentarily, until finally, they settled on his warm skin. He studied you through dark but soft eyes and steady breaths as if he were giving you the time to decide what course of action to take. You traced your fingers over the ribbon and avoided making contact with his skin and you felt so nervous, even reverent.

Before you could move your hand away, he caught your wrist softly and started to guide your hand downwards. He wasn't demanding but did possess a certain level of confidence.

Your thumb brushed against his stomach and he inhaled slowly; however, you could tell that he had tensed up ever so slightly.

"Unwrap me," he said more softly now, sounding almost amused. "Or don't. I don't mind waiting."

You swallowed and your eyes glided over the satin ribbon that was tying him up, "I kind of like you like this," you admitted, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Feels unfair to ruin the presentation."

He chuckled softly to himself, and leaned forward so that your knees were almost touching his.

the note of hikaru's final words hiss at you between your shaky fingers, two weeks. it's been two excruciatingly long weeks since hikaru went missing, now proclaimed dead by authorities, but it can't be, why would hikaru commit suicide? her school life rich with popularity and sweetness, her parents compassionate and caring and all the support she had, she was smart - emotionally and educationally- she would have reached out. she would have told you, the sinking feeling of guilt eats at your sweaty palms and putrid stomach. maybe if you asked how she was feeling more often, maybe if you were more present in everyday activities with her, maybe if you were more engaged in conversations. but today would mark the end of the wallowing grief that succumbed you into a bedridden state, today you would find her and bring her back, bring her home.

you left ren's warm but stale house after retrieving a safe guarding camera obscura and hikaru's notes which were found with no tracing body, the proclaimed "suicide" seeming meaningless from the investigation or supernatural with no real evidence provided. you shake off the heavy feeling inside of your gut and continue to walk out, the roads becoming long until they are empty, only fog left in place of cars. the roads come to a halt as you are greeted with a pathway to a deep forest, the soil wet and squishy under your shoes, the sky a dark grey with misty fog blurring your eyes. the long trees stare down at you uninvitingly as you take small steps, notes crumpled in your pocket, camera in a small side bag and flashlight tearing through the mist. your footsteps stop, suddenly as you make out a mountain in the distance, mount hikami, it must be.

your logical mind dissipates into the fog behind you as your legs leap across sticks and rocks, earning a few scratches and bruises from unwelcoming branches. your body gasps for air, the running unaccompanied, no water with you, how stupid. another large gasp forceful from your weak lungs and your body screams at you to stop, bending over, hands on knees as the thin air penetrates your exhausted lungs. your heart pounds rapidly against your chest, not for a second trying to calm itself, refusing to wind down. you focus your mind on deep breathes, it's a long walk, you're going to have to take a break whether you like it or not. a snap behind you makes your face drain of blood, remembering the rumors of this mountain being haunted, you freeze. hands slowly reaching for the camera obscura, which ren told you will make ghosts or other unnamed entities disappear, you unlatch it and turn.

the almost translucent entity wails, wails like a starved newborn baby in pain, in deep rooted penetrating physical pain. your hands shake and take multiple blurry photos of the ghost, the effect is immediate as the ghost wails. the snaps of the camera traveling through your ears, snippets of the burry face belonging to the ghost engraved itself into your head. your fatal frame unleashing the ghost into turmoil, sinking itself into the ground, cries slamming and echoing in your sensitive eardrums. your breath, which you didn't know was held, is released- pushing you back, stumbling over the dirty wood under your feet. a ghost, a real, legitimate ghost, you saw it - right, it was real, right? your inner thoughts gnaw at you, in disbelief and despair.

picking up your weak limbs, you brush your now bleeding knees, and drag your heels across the unstable ground, shaking beneath you. your vision becomes slightly blurry due to the sudden adrenaline rush, still you push to keep walking, you have to find her.

♱

your body screams at you, feet covered in blisters after walking for excruciating hours with no breaks. but your tendons tense when closing upon a sign, 'mount hikami shrine. gazing above it your eyes are met with a large, lifeless dolls covering the entrance of the shrine, hundreds toppled over each other, dully. your feet take meek steps towards the short stairs, your flashlight flickering at the cracked, sluggish, roughly painted faces. their silica faces crooked and tainting, staring into your lost, useless soul. your calf pushes them slightly, falling on one another- soulless and pitiful expressions morphing into one.

the shakiness of your fingers wrap around sweetly around the cold, rusted sliding doors, the hook metallic and shivering. you push with the little strength you have left, as the doors reveal a long, overbearing hallway. glimmering lights of the moon giving a dark blue hue to paint the marked walls, covered in what seems like blood or other excrement. you take a small step inside, flashlight flashing stripes of blinding white lights, as the door behind you slide shut- the loud thump causing a jump in your weak bones. at the end of the hallway, which you can barely make out, there is a pool of water, black water. the slimy moisture begins to reach closer towards you, creeping around your shoes, eager and disturbing. your fear spikes, body rushing you into an open room to your left, mind foggy and unresponsive.

heart slamming against your chest, you stop your movements as your eyes lock on a hanging girl. her limp body falling from the ceiling, neck snapped, bruised, bloody. eyes rolled back, her dress ripped and mouth foamy, you feel vomit reach upon your hearty tongue. two hanging kids, too young to be hung, too young to bleed in the underground, dead in a shrine. their hanging bodies are parallel to each other, almost romantic to be taken together.

your fatigued legs make their way to an open doorway, shaking. the door creaks at you disturbingly, mimicking shrieks as the win rocks it back and forwards, almost a bad omen. your possessed body drags itself back outside, the documents said hikaru was found hung on a tree, presumably suicidal. the sweet memories of your best friend come rushing back, flooding your petrified eyes with glossy tears. your silent mouth breaks out into throaty, uncontrollable sobs. body on autopilot as it moves in second nature, as you face contorts into bottled up grief and pain.

as your eyes sink into deep fatigued illness, you feel an airy hand reach to grab at your hair. your strands yanked by a ghostly force, it's supernatural grip feeling eerily tangible. your subconscious reflexes react before you do, pulling out the camera and flashing the introspective light on the ghost. except, this ghost doesn't cower, doesn't react, his skin still dull but much more radiant than the others. his mouth crawls into a small snarl, fingers lacing themselves in your hair, grip becoming increasingly tighter. yanking you towards his malevolent face, your terrified face shoved eye-level to his sculptured chest, a low snarl vibrates from him. 'lost, sweetie?', a condescending tone lacing through your intensified ear drums, your fingers twitch on the hold of the camera obscura, with only one frame left, a fatal frame. your body shivers in trepidation, lips quivering with the prior pout of sobbing every conscious thought of survival leaves your tainted membrane, as his ghostly fingers come up to sweetly caress your chin, 'hm?" he encourages an answer from your shaky, unresponsive self, your pathetic terror feeding him as you do nothing to push the degrading ghost away. 'w-wheres hikaru, you manage to spill meekly from your swollen lips, breath shallow as you whisper in utter terror from the ghost before you.

"hikaru, huh?", his eyes bore into your teary ones before looking up in a faux confusion, thumb rubbing light circles on your lamb skin. oh yeah I remember her, his grip tight on you, 'she was so fucking tasty, he snarls. a malicious smirk creeping through, dark and terrifying, his eyes almost demonic. your body tenses in panic, eyes widening as you try to release yourself of his grasp, breathe jittery and uncontrollable. a sob escapes you once again, twitching into fight or flight mode when you hear a dark chuckle from jay, hi grip tightening hard enough to leave bruises. you thrash in his large arms, wrapped around your fatigued body, as he leans down to your ear whispering, 'but I bet you'd be tight and warm f'me before I eat your wet insides. his smile hits your ear, as he licks a long, wet stripe up your ear, spit dripping down to stain your clothes. 'but don't worry baby, hikaru was only eaten, you-however will be used to a pulp before I ingest your sweetness, he degrades, earning a whimper from you, screaming for release. 'no! no!', you screech at the top of your lungs, legs and arms hitting the air in pathetic attempts to be released from his sinking grasp. jay laughs, as he spits straight on your face, the slimy blob slowly falling down your nose, into your screaming mouth. jay sighs at your loud mouth, deciding to shut you up with a sharp scratch on your side.

your mouth runs dry as you feel the scratch leave pulps of liquid from your body, your fearful eyes look down to be met with red splatters on your shirt, more tears pooling down your eyes - scarring your eyes and hot cheeks. 'please no nonono pleaseplease, your whimpers beg at him, face downward- facing the dirty gravel beneath your feet. jay hums as he lightly raises the knife up and down your side, the throbbing pain injects itself into your heart. he aggressively grabs and throws away your camera, the fatal frame now becoming your withering body. "if you'd shut the fuck up I would be easier on you baby', he growls, hands roaming to grope your breasts through the thin fabric, his fingertips pinching your nipples as he angrily grabs your flesh, before slapping your tear-stained cheeks, harsh and cruel. jay slaps his large hand to cover your quivering mouth, his eyes eager as he leaves bites and marks on your neck, his kisses sloppy as spit purposely dribble down to your chest, his fingers tweak your nipples as his sinks his canine teeth into your neck- drawing blood. a high pitched scream leaves you as he sucks the blood from your veins, arms pitifully hitting him. 'easy now, he mumbles, latching back onto your neck. pulling back, jay hits you across your face once again, 'fuck I bet you're soaked right now aren't you?", his voice low as he reaches down to apply pressure to your clit. your muffled pleas fall onto his deaf ears, when jay pushes you onto the damp soil, clothes now painted brown, now spoilt milk.

his hand stays strongly clamped at your mouth as he pushes you face down into the soil, your mouth full with insects and dirt, crawling around the warmth, the wetness of your tongue. he forces an arch into your lower back as he shoves your skirt up to crumple at your soiled waist. jay's fingers toy at the edge of your underwear, his cold knuckles grazing up and down your slit. jay's free hand picks back up his silver knife, pushing it teasingly onto your thigh, drawling droplets of blood to travel down to the back of your knees. blood pooling at your calfs as your screams are muffled by the soil, millipedes, ants and centipedes which run around in your mouth. jay pulls your panties to the side as he inserts the handle of the knife in, no prep- no comfort. the knife handle sloshes inside of your wet pussy, the noises overbearing and disturbing to the point you wish the soil were in your ears too. 'fuck yeah, soak it up hun', his praises only leave a bitter taste to you, as he increases the pace- your body betrays you by clamping down on the knife, slick running down your thighs- covering his hands. your pussy clenches, tightening to the point where jay can't even pull it out properly. your climax approaches quickly, as your tears only water the soil beneath you even more, your cries muffled and fuzzy. jay retracts the knife from your swollen pussy, mouth wrapping around the handle, sucking up all of your juices. his fingers rub your puffy clit as he pushes your white cum back into your tight hole, some of it on his fingers, which he uses to lubricate his thick cock when he pulls it out of his precum-stained boxers.

jay's cock lays heavy in his hands as he rubs your juices up and down his long shaft, rubbing over his leaky tip, as he once again leaves a loving cut on your thigh. multiple scars kiss your skin as blood pools over and over, jay leans down to lap at your blood, the stream creating a large puddle by your kicking feet. he hums in contentment as he bites your thigh, blood rushing into his throat, which he laps up like a starved dog in heat. jay slaps his veiny dick onto your sloppy pussy, your arousal coating his hard cock as his hand reaches up to choke you, harshly cutting off your breathing, you choke on the soil, blood and crawling creatures deep in your throat as he pushes his cock in, hard and fast. he relentlessly pistons into you, craving your cut off sobs, air pipe struggling as your body beats against the floor, jay takes his knife and twists it teasingly up your trembling spine. his hand still gripping your throat, he plunges the knife into your quaking spine, your body shakes violently, begging for release, as his cock is wet. loud plops fill the silent forest, his precum mixing in with your sticky, wet arousal, dick hard enough to pop from his anticipation of coming on your dead body. his cock barges into you unforgivingly, leaving marks on your swollen pussy, before you go blank- you feel a warmth hitting your cervix, his hot seeds spilling inside of you. you body goes limp, as you no longer feel, his cum spilling inside of you, deep and wounding.

jay releases his grip on the knife handle, pulling it out only to shove it back into your back, plunging deep into your skin, over and over again. blood splatters all over his face, his hard cock still comfortable in your hot hole, jay licks up all over the blood on his face, gashing the knife down your spine. your insides open and on display for him, he reaches down to peck your muscles, bones peeking out as he licks at them. 'mmph fuck you taste so fucking good kiddo, he moans as his teeth pull at the stringed tendons, chewing and swallowing your tissue, sealing your fate. jay humps inside of you as he feels his blood boil with arousal, his mouth working on chewing your organs and cracking your spinal cord with his sharp canines. jay cums inside of you once more, his knot deep inside your abdomen. the fatal frame which killed you, the ghost which will linger beside you in the afterlife- jongseong.

He shook his head and smiled at you. "It's fine. As long as you don't get sick."

You looked at him and saw how thin his sweater was and how his breath was shivering in the air, but the warmth that was building up in your chest was much quicker than the jacket would warm your body.

"You're impossible," you murmured, pulling the collar up toward your chin.

"And you're terrible at pretending you're not freezing," he shot back lightly.

You rolled your eyes, but your hands had tightened around the leather anyways. It smelled like him—cedar, mint, the faintest trace of his cologne. A scent that felt comfortable, familiar and safe.

As you continued walking, Jake bumped your shoulder with his. "You know," Jake said quietly, "if you were cold, you should've told me sooner. I would've helped you."

"You already do too much."

He huffed a small laugh. "I don't think giving you my jacket counts as 'too much.'" "It does when I'm making you shiver."

Jake turned his head and looked into your eyes, eyes soft even in the dim glow of the streetlights. "Trust me, I'd rather freeze than watch you shake like a Chihuahua." You let out a short laugh and he smiled at you as though he had been waiting for the opportunity to do so all evening.

For a moment, the world felt muffled by snow, the world seemed peaceful and the only noise you could hear was the sound of your feet crunching through the snow and the sound of Jake silently humming next to you. Then, Jake turned his head again, rubbing his hands together to keep them warm while his cheeks turned a light pink due to the cold.

"You warm yet?" he asked. 

You nodded and, hesitating for a heartbeat before adding, "You could share the jacket with me."

He blinked, "Like—what, both of us in it?"

"Or just—here." You tugged on his sleeve, guiding him closer until your arms brushed. "Stay close. You're freezing."

Jake swallowed, and the puff of air he let out wasn't from the weather this time. He moved close enough to be able to feel the warmth between you.

"Alright," he said softly, almost shyly. "If you insist."

You didn't miss the way his fingers hovered near yours, as if he wanted to take your hand but he was afraid to do so.

So you did it first—your glove brushing his knuckles before slipping your hand into his.

Jake stood still for a moment before relaxing and grasping your hand lightly, letting out a quiet, surprised breath.

"You're warmer than the jacket," he murmured.

You smiled into your scarf. "Then hold on."

He obliged and held you tight as if he had been waiting the entire winter for this moment.

After taking a few more steps, you nudged him with your hip, your voice dropping just enough for him to hear over the wind. "You know... if you keep warming me up like this, I might get the wrong idea."

He almost lost his balance.

"The wrong idea?" He repeated, his ears already turning red under the streetlights.

You leaned in a little closer and pretended to look at the zipper of his jacket around your shoulders. "Yes. Like maybe my best friend wants more than just keeping me from freezing."

Jake stopped and stared at you with wide eyes as if you had just discovered a new force of gravity.

"...What if your best friend did want something more?" He asked quietly, attempting to sound smooth and confident, but failing miserably.

You smiled back at him, eyes glinting. "If that was the case, I would gladly let him warm me up properly next time."

Jake completely stopped walking, staring at you in disbelief.

"You're gonna kill me," He said quietly.

You tugged him forward by the hand. "Keep up then. You're the one without a jacket."